Drudge, march To the depths youth will plunge Fresh and free-for-all Lurch into the terminal regretful Innocence is some kind of dour recluse Get 'em when they're young Permission to seek, sedition to explore Innocence is some kind of dour recluse To the depths youth will plunge To the depths youth will plunge Bent backwards not to be seduced Slapped back amid a wealth of stimulus Innocence is some kind of dour recluse Shaded from the glare Of visual treats, of sights to stoke fires That sticks in the gut of 'innocence' Roped up in single, in single file Roped up in single, in single file Roped up in single, in single file Roped up in single, in single file Innocence is some kind of dour recluse Fragility Limited mobility like a performing dog Impenetrable veneer of innocence